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Crystal white sand resembling granulated sugar, water so clear it gave the illusion of pure glass, warm salty breezes. and the bluest shade of sky my eyes had ever had the pleasure of witnessing. This is the paradise authors and directors alluded to as paradise, this was paradise.
However, in all honesty, the people accompanying me could make any destination paradise, whether it was a secret tropical island or a dingy back alley way in Brooklyn.
"Okay, so the real question is, whom will I appoint as my humble servant and roomie? Who will have the honor? I sarcastically teased while my index finger playfully scanned the room of humored smirks and rolling eyes, along with both Chris's continuing to carry heavy luggage into the hotel's pristine lobby.
"And you're asking this obvious question why exactly?" Robert's hushed, coaxing whisper tickled inside my ears while he proceeded to drape his available arm around shoulder tensed in surprise, and used the other to gently push, or rather bluntly shove, me in Chris's direction.
"Scarlett and baby Rosie it is!" I blurted out curtly untangling myself from Robert's grasp as blood quickly ran to my cheeks now feeling of tingling wildfire, continuing to stride towards Scarlett helplessly flustered while Chris naturally headed in the same direction.
"Don't take any offense Chris! She's just nervous!" Robert shouted across the lobby with his hands cupped around his mouth while taking complete amusement in my lips silently spewing countless profanities towards him.
"Nervous, huh?" Chris let out a breathy laugh while playfully nudging my shoulder as his toothy grin only spread more when my fiery red cheeks met his eyes, he'd never seen me this flustered Robert's suggestive, and rather incessant, banter.
"Am I really that transparent? Hm, sounds unlike me." I jested crossing my arms flush against my chest while adjusting my stance atop my popped out hip, my thinly pursed lips struggling to compete against its ruthless challenger: a beaming, cheek-to-cheek smile.
"You're right, the great Stella Fitzgerald could never possibly be nervous. Room 608 right?" He humored me with a shiver inducing smirk while motioning towards my luggage sitting just adjacent to the two of us, mindlessly inching towards one another with the coming each word.
"And he's a stalker too? Oh, Christopher, what am I going to do with you?" I exhaled a long sigh and gently shook my head of wavy blonde hair reclining backwards while my open palms slid down my scrunched face.
"Hopefully a lot." He muttered just loud enough for only my ears to catch his smug remark, causing my head to abruptly shift its composure to face the towering man with a dumbfounded expression while I swallowed hard on the gagging knot clawing up my now parched throat.
I opened my mouth about three times before I realized no words were going to leave my lips, which resulted in a humored Chris chivalrously reaching down to grab my baggage while exhaling a soft laugh.
"I've got it, I don't want you to strain your dainty figure, Mr. America." I cockily winked while concurrently clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth.
"I feel kinda bad." I admitted aloud while fastening my last earring shimmering against the sun's golden cast while my eyes were locked in a haze at the reflection of a burning red sky contrasted by hues of vibrant orange and pink; the intense colors nearly bursting from the mirror.
"About what exactly?" Scarlett mumbled while she finished the last delicate stroke of crimson red on her lips as her emerald eyes briefly diverted from her reflection to my own, which consisted of furrowed brows and remnants of a small smirk.
"It was originally supposed to be a special romantic dinner for the Downeys before the New Years shit show. Susan deserves that." I clarified while stepping away from the vanity in the search of my newly bought pair of white, thin strapped heels sure to leave behind bruises and blisters; the simple, yet painful, price woman have to pay for temporary beauty.
"First off, he invited us, Stell. Second, was that... Emotion or something?" She poked fun at my little comment with the indication I was incapable of showing human decency, or emotion for that matter.
"Oh, what have you got there little princess?" My feisty comeback was interrupted by a precious little girl who had gotten hold of a striking red flower the same shade of my floral patterned dress. "Do you want to show aunty Stell what you've got?" I cooed in a voice polar opposite to my usual hostile one with an excessively animated facial expression twisting my features. My figure continuing to crouch down onto both knees, atop the fuzzy shag carpet beneath, while my fingers gently fiddled with the flower's petals and lovingly tapped her button nose.
Oh the things one does for babies.
"Mark truly is is a godsend for volunteering to babysit." Scarlett remarked while gently combing her fingers through her daughters thin, silky blonde hair. "He's in the lobby waiting pretty ladies."
Nodding in acknowledgement, I took one last glance in the pristine mirror adjacent to me while making minor adjustments to my attire, which consisted of a thin strapped low cut dress of a red floral design that stopped at calves length, with identical slits, nearly to my waistline, on both sides. While my usually mangled head of hair fell in delicate waves just past my shoulder with a decorative orchid laying tucked behind my ear.
Holding a literal earth angel, by the name of Rose (or Rosie), both Scarlett and I descended down the velvety red staircase, contrasting elegantly against the golden accents engraved in the building's refined architecture, towards our chaotic group of friends dressed to the nines.
"Chris!" Was the first word that left my rosy lips while my heels clicked against the sparkling marble floor beneath while continuing to cautiously rush to his side, as if being drawn in by a magnetic force, with Rosie within my iron grip.
"Well look at you two beautiful ladies." He grinned as his face lit up with pure joy and adoration in its rawest form, his crystal blue eyes illuminating as if he were staring directly at his entire world. In fact, quite honestly, in his own mind he was. His whole world was Stella, this Stella, the one emitting a contagious glow with an infectious smile, the one holding a giggling child in her soft grasp; oh how he wished this was his reality, a family, a family with her. "W-what?" He stuttered while his hearing gradually came back and flooded his ears as he was greeted by a confused looking Stella, almost as if she'd been talking to him this entire time and he hadn't heard a single word.
"Only 5 minutes into the evening and you are already making me blush, Christopher Evans, we are seriously screwed."
UNEDITED CHAPTER OOP ( sorry in advance )
Part. Two. Omfg. Y'all are in for a REAL TREAT. (FYI an Instagram chapter will come between the two parts!)
Anyways, kinda dragged out but I knew I wanted it to be two parts so enjoy some wholesome Stella, Scar, and Rose content! Stay tuned (;
